Sitting in the roomy CEO's office, Dong Kyung sat at his desk, typing, transcribing painfully through all the archaic handwritten papers. Myeol Mang sat off to the side, watching, pestering as a small child often does with either his Mother or sibling when desiring undivided attention.
Pouting, he says,
Do you have to be like this…
If you are in the CEO's office for too long, people will misunderstand.
She continues typing, alternately, stares at the handwritten pages, ignores his words.
Finally, glances at him, responds,
Let them misunderstand. If I die, it doesn't matter anyway. Flip the page.
He flips the page, says,
That's what I am saying. It's all over when you die, so why are you working so hard?
Gazing at one another, she says,
It's something the CEO told me to do, so I need to work hard. Let's suffer together since we are in the same boat.
Myeol Mang responds, "Who said that we're in the same boat?"
Typing, slight annoyance in voice, she says,
"If we thought the same thing at the same time, it's pretty much decided…"
Annoyed, he flips the page, says
I am not doing it.
Can't you just be compliant?
If you just say, pretend it didn't happen, it will all be over. Why don't you know how to cling onto someone?
He flicks at the handwritten page, annoyed.
Equally defiant, she challenges,
"Then are you going to do all of this?"
Leaning forward, a serious tone, he says
I can't type, I can't eat, sleep, cry, type..
She ponders, then asks,
"How did you type in my laptop?"
Leaning forward, he says, "That was more like showing you, to put it more clearly, not typing."
Annoyed, she says,
If only you couldn't talk
Sighing, he changes the subject,
"Memories, you know, can be easily manipulated."
Resting her elbow on the desk, deep in thought, agrees, "That's what I am saying. How did I forget that? It's not like your face is common, you know."
He agrees, "That's true. It's very common. These kinds of faces are super common."
Still pondering, she says,
"This is so cool. I couldn't remember at all, and somebody brushed past me and my memories came crashing down."
"What?"
Dong Kyung's soft voice continues,
"I was standing there. At the funeral home. Who suddenly hit me- it's her..
The girl from the bus stop!
Immense pain crosses over Myeol Mang's handsome features, closes his eyes, rises. Before the end of Dong Kyung's words are spoken, he is walking towards the door, she yells, "Hey, hey, where are you going?" Sadly her words fall on deaf ears, only his thoughts to discover what his little God's intentions with such a close contact with Tak Dong Kyung. Speeding towards the hospital, heart pounds furiously, a lump forms in his throat, a sick feeling in his stomach. Fear that he is never felt before at losing someone and uncertainty sets in on how to deal with this unwanted emotion.